"Why can't I be good enough. I'm trying my best to be something I'm not. I try to stop eating, so I make myself throw up, but then I keep eating like a pig. I can't even look myself in the mirror because all I see is a fat girl who nobody likes. Then there's days I don't eat. I don't eat anymore. And then the next day I eat and eat. I can't believe I let myself get this fat. I wanna be a skinny girl. I wanna be a short girl, too. I want to be held by someone who is at least two inches taller. I wanna feel the warmth of their hands on my waist and my arms around their neck, but there's nobody. I won't ever be skinny. And I will always be the person giving hugs but never receiving them. I wanna live out my dream of dancing with someone and having their arms around my waist. But my body isn't small. I'm not normal. I don't look like a female. I look chubby. I wanna be different."
-me on July 11th
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hanging with the stars
Short Storythis is not a very important book,just a diary or some sorts. this can be very triggering. I'd advise not to read it if you get triggered easily. everything here is triggering so none of it will be very happy